Wrong Turn 5: Bloodlines Page #3

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You guys, stay here.

Goddamn it.

I didn't see him in the rain.

Yeah, I think he's dead.

But I didn't hit him.

You must have.

BILLY:

Hey.

(BILLY GROANS)

F*** you!

Unn!

GUS:

You trying to f*** with us?

BILLY:
Get up.

GUS:
You piece of sh*t.

(MEN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(SIREN WAILING)

Freeze.

Put your hands on your head.

BILLY:
He stabbed me.

Put your hands on your head now!

Don't you move.

Turn around and walk towards me.

Sh*t.

ANGELA:

Slowly.

Go!

I want everyone to wait together

by your vehicle. Biggs?

BIGGS:

I've got them, sheriff.

Don't you move.

Face down on the ground.

Right hand behind your back.

Left hand.

(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)

Turn around.

I need a wagon.

Route 96, mile marker 30.

MAN:
Copy that. On its way.

Great, thanks.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

BIGGS:

Hey, sheriff.

It looks like we've got

an entire pharmacy here.

And the festival hasn't even started yet.

It's gonna be a long night.

Junior, can you stay with the car

until the tow truck arrives?

Until we get a search?

I don't wanna mess up evidence.

Sure thing, boss.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(CACKLING)

(CACKLING CONTINUES)

What the f***?

Hey.

Hold it right there.

Sh*t!

(GROANING)

(GROWLING)

(GRUNTING)

(SCREAMING AND GROANING)

(CACKLING)

(GRUNTING)

(ROCK MUSIC

PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS)

(PERSON BLOWING WHISTLE)

WOMAN:

Hey.

(PERSON WHISTLING)

MAN:

That should do it.

You need to have those stitches

removed in about three weeks.

Thank you.

All done here, sheriff.

Thanks for coming, Rick.

That's all right.

I know how busy it's gonna get

for you tonight.

Goodbye.

Good night.

You know, I just don't know

what I'm gonna do.

If I get charged, they're gonna take

my scholarship away from me.

We can get kicked out of school.

LITA:
Billy, you gotta tell her.

It was your drugs, not ours.

No, no. If he claims it's all his...

...they could throw the book at him.

I don't care.

I'm sitting in jail because of him.

I just don't know what I'm gonna do.

All right, hey, don't worry, all right?

I got this.

Sheriff, can I speak with you a moment?

What is it?

The drugs are mine.

My friends had nothing to do with it.

That's to be determined.

BILLY:

Honestly, they're mine. They'll tell you.

He's right.

Please let them go.

I'll take responsibility.

All right. I'm gonna need space tonight,

anyway.

Don't leave town.

We won't go anywhere.

ANGELA:

There's a motel at the end of the street.

Thanks.

Come get your things.

We'll bring you back some dinner, Billy.

Thanks.

Hey, what about me?

You saw how they attacked me.

Why am I being held?

Assault with a deadly weapon.

(CHUCKLES)

That's bullshit.

The out on the boy's arm says otherwise.

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